Qhuinn Quotes

#1. Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew - and how fabulous.

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#2. Qhuinn: "What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me?"
Blay: "What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?

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#3. I've said I was sorry," Qhuinn intoned. "But I don't think I've ever said thank you. So, yeah ... thank you.

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#4. As Luchas looked over, those perfectly matched eyes met Qhuinn's fucked-up ones, and the connection was there: They had both been through hell, and that lock step was more powerful than the common DNA they shared.

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#5. Sounds like you want a date, Lash, " Qhuinn barked. "Good deal, 'cause you keep that shit up, you're going to get fucked, buddy.

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#6. Qhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.

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#7. Qhuinn wanted to scream... Yes he has!!!

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#8. I'm in love," he said hoarsely. "With someone else. That's why." Qhuinn (Lover Unleashed)

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#9. Qhuinn didn't know what the fuck was up. People fucking poofing it in and out of the fucking foyer, shit going south ... until Autumn came the fuck back.
If there had ever been a time to drop the f-bomb, tonight was it.

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#10. Qhuinn gave in immediately, as he was categorically incapable of denying the female anything - most certainly not one of her hugs. They were even better than her lasagna.

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#11. The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have such a way with words, cousin. I would say ... trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.

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#12. Qhuinn?" Those iridescent blue eyes frowned. "Are you okay?" "Sorry." He leaned in and pressed his lips to the male's jugular. "Distracted. But you do that to me, don't you." As

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#13. And God help them both, if it hadn't been for Saxton, Qhuinn would have dropped the l-word right then and there, even though the timing was stupid.

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#14. As Vishous seemed to find a partner in surly crime with Rhamp, Qhuinn found himself staring at the brother. For a lot of reasons. One,

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#15. The thing was, Qhuinn felt like he wanted to explain things. Unfortunately, and unlike his slut cousin, Saxton the Cocksucker, he had no gift with words.

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#16. Blay's head whipped around to his mate. "Really? You asked my dad?" Qhuinn nodded, then started to smile like a mother fucker. "It's my one and only shot. So I wanted to follow protocol.

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#17. Qhuinn was a male's male. And not just because he was a fighter and had a mate who was a dude. Yeah,

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#18. Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn - and probably always would be.
"Why?" he said to his lover.
"Because I want you for however long I have you.

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#19. I know what it's like to not have hope," Qhuinn said roughly. "But destiny can surprise you.

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#20. Hey, as you leave, Qhuinn wanted to say, will you do me a favor? I think my left ventricle is on the floor, so don't step on it as you pull out? Thanks. Great.

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#21. He thinks I love him. As in ... in love with him. Yeah. Go fig. Me in love with Qhuinn ... a guy who, when he's not moody, is a slut and smart-ass. Except you want to know what the most fucked-up thing is, though? He's right.

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#22. Qhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOB's skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hosts' rugs. And the deadweight of the body.
Seemed only hospitable.

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#23. Blay thought of the text that he didn't intend to ignore. "You suck." "Yes, I do, don't I." Qhuinn licked his lips. "And you like me to.

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#24. Love, after all, was universal. Qhuinn closed his fist up tight, and knew he would never, ever take that ring off. "Always," Blay murmured. "Because family is an always kind of thing.

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#25. Vishous to Qhuinn: Listen, I gotta go. I need both hands to hold my gut as I laugh my ass off attcha. Later.

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#26. See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.

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#27. Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.

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#28. What." Oh, for God's sake. "Fine. Why wouldn't it ever work out?"
"Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally ... in love with you." Qhuinn's mouth dropped open.

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#29. With a quick jerk, Qhuinn wrapped his arms around the single most important person in his life. It was not Layla, although he felt a pang at that denial. It was not John, or his king. It wasn't the brothers. This male was the reason for everything.

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#30. Say the word. Say the word and I won't go.
Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you.
Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-

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#31. Shit. With Qhuinn looking at him like that, he couldn't remember his own name. Blaysox? Blacklock? Blabberfox? Who the fuck knew ...

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#32. I catch you without your ahstrux nohtrum again, I'm turning you in."
Qhuinn cursed. "Yeah, and then I'll get fired. Which means V'll Donald trump my ass with a dagger. You're welcome.

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#33. In quick succession, Qhuinn reviewed his answers: No, of course not, the knife was acting of its own volition. I was actually trying to stop it ... No, I only meant to give him a shave ... No, I didn't realize that slicing open someone's jugular was going to lead to death.

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#34. How ironic. Now that he wasn't with Blay, he was being faithful to the fucker.

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#35. I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook."
"See? I'm so not Prince Charming.

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#36. You've always had me ... and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hadn't taken this long for me to man up.

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#37. No Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common. Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.

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#38. As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.

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#39. The kiss that was pressed against his own mouth was reverent, the contact no heavier than the warm, still air in the room. It was the consummate lover's kiss, the kind of thing he had wanted even more than the hot sex they'd just had.

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#40. But by God, he was going to stop running from his cowardice. He had to own his shit - even if it made him hate himself to the core. Because maybe if he did, he'd stop trying to distract himself with sex and drinking, and figure out what he did want.
Apart from Blay, that was.

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#41. Fritz hates dead bodies in the front hall.

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#42. I lived for the night, because I could go over to your house. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing, actually. It was ... you.

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#43. Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.

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#44. They never held hands. Never kissed in front of anyone. And there were no covert hot glances, either. But then again, Blay was a gentleman. And Saxton the Classy Slut put on a good show.
His cousin was a straight-up whore -

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#45. You almost died tonight, he wanted to say. You dumb son of a bitch, you nearly died ... and then what would we have done?
And not "we" as in the Brotherhood.
Not even "we" as in he and John.
More like ... "me".

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#46. Blow me, Grim Reaper!

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#47. Holy shit . . . They'd joined the war.

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#48. You're looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her.

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